Beyond the border, under the sun, time flows and notes see the light in that dark time. Under the sea,
noiseless vortexes appear and disappear; they look like strange flowers to me. Into the abyss, cyberelectro
cute animals live their life with joy and thoughtlessness, under the sun-god, over the throne, sat
on that chair.
The artist finds the inner beauty of things, and through music conceives a certain unique melancholy
effect, which we already referred to as joie de vivre.